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Chapter 11: The
Fallout

Hermione rolled over, she
rubbed her right eye with a slightly shaking knuckle and felt her
tense muscles aching. As she became more aware of her surroundings
and her nakedness, she pulled a cushion from her side and covered
herself. She sat up slowly, rubbing her head, and looked around. She
was in a small, dark room, candles floating around the edge, against
the purple walls. The floor was covered in big, luxurious cushions in
rich colours and some with sequins, others embroidered with gold
thread. There was a small door to her right, the sounds of the party
still raging, drifted faintly through it. She looked for her clothes,
finding them scattered around her and hurriedly dressed. Her memory
was patchy, but there was enough to put together what happened. He
had taken advantage of her, she was blind drunk and he had... what?
Raped her? No, she was willing. But she didn't really know what she
was doing, there's no way she would have let it go that far if she'd
been sober. Would she?

She rushed to the door
and yanked it open, the party was still going, but there were
substantially fewer people there now. Hermione looked around,
Lavender was sat with a Ravenclaw boy, getting pretty friendly, Dean
and Seamus were doing shots by the drinks table. Ron, Harry and Ginny
were nowhere to be seen. She went over to the drinks table and took a
shot of vodka, drawing looks from the guys.

"Hermione. Where
have you been?" Dean called over the thumping music. Hermione
shrugged,

"Around." She
turned and left, she needed to walk and clear her head. As she passed
through the room, she looked for Malfoy, but he wasn't there. She
left the room of requirement, Parvati appeared from the shadow of the
nearby statue, it was obviously her shift on guard.

"Hi Hermione. You
off to bed?"

"Maybe, need to walk
a bit first. What time is it?" Parvati looked at her watch,

"Nearly four. I've
been out here for over an hour. I don't think there's anyone to take
over, I hope everyone leaves soon, I'm shattered." Hermione
smiled weakly. Parvati was looking at her with a bemused expression
on her face. "Your hair's gone a bit crazy, by the way. Did you
fall asleep somewhere?" Hermione put a hand to her hair
sleepily, it felt frizzy and there was a bit sticking up near the
back. She smiled, but Parvati was now staring at the side of
Hermione's neck, "Nice hicky by the way." She said with a
devilish grin. Hermione tried to return it, but quickly turned and
set off towards Gryffindor tower, running her fingers through her
tangled locks.

She ran over the events
again in her mind, drinking, dancing with Ginny.... Oh god. Hermione
let out a small laugh, that was embarrassing. How was she going to
look at her friend in the morning? Her thoughts returned to what had
happened next, she had collapsed, Malfoy had caught her and taken her
to that room. They had had sex. She knew she was drunk, she should
have stopped him, but he was strong and he smelled so good. No. He
took advantage, she never wanted to have sex with him, just like she
hadn't wanted to swallow in the library. Hermione stopped walking,
she was near the grand staircase and to her left was an open gallery
landing overlooking the entrance hall from the third floor. She went
over to the edge and leant over the stone banister, looking down on
the familiar stairs. She shook her head at herself and rested her
forehead on her hand. There was a nagging, sickening part of herself
that, she hated to admit, enjoyed being taken advantage of like that.

"God. What's wrong
with me?" She said out loud.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ron watched his sister
grinding against his friend, or at least, someone who had been his
friend, until he'd developed these stupid feelings for her. He turned
away and went to get another drink, deciding on Firewhiskey, he took
a bottle and a glass and looked around for a secluded seat. He was
about to sit on the arm of a sofa, when a small door next to it
caught his eye. He went to it and tried the catch, the door swung
open easily and he stepped inside. It was dimly lit and very
comfortable, with cushions piled all over the floor, he closed the
door behind him, and settled himself in a dark corner, piling
cushions around him.

"The room of
requirement provides, once again." He muttered, opening the
bottle and pouring out a large measure. He thought about Hermione as
he drank slowly, imagined what he would like to do to her in that
outfit. Why did she have to dress up like that tonight? He wondered.
Was she deliberately trying to torment him? He drank some more and
let his mind wander over her figure. His thoughts were interrupted by
the door opening, the deafening music flooding in, along with an
unmistakable head of platinum blond hair, carrying the very object of
his obsession. Ron sank down, not wanting to be seen. He watched as
Malfoy laid Hermione down and began removing her boots, her lack of
response indicated that she was unconscious. Ron felt anger rise in
his chest, his head felt as though it was on fire and just as he was
about to stand and start throwing curses at the vile wretch, he saw
Hermione's hand reach out for Malfoy and pull him to her. She doesn't
know who it is. A voice screamed inside Ron's head. Or she thinks
it's someone else, she doesn't know it's him. He stood, drawing his
wand to intervene, only to be halted in his tracks by the soft moan
escaping Hermione's lips, her hand in Malfoy's hair, her toes rubbing
his calf. Ron lowered his wand, his face flushed crimson and he
slipped quietly from the room. Hate and embarrassment swelled inside
him as he stormed through the main room, ignoring calls from his
friends and other students about the hotness of his kid sister, he
flung open the door and practically ran up the corridor. He didn't
know where he was going, he just needed to be alone. How could she do
that? With him of all people. She knew he loved her, if she wanted
sexual contact with someone she didn't care about, she could at least
do it with him, at least one of them would enjoy it. But with Malfoy?
They hate each other, what could either of them possibly get out of
touching each other like that? He walked for what felt like hours.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione stood like that
for an eternity, confusion and guilt coursing through her. She was
just feeling calm enough to head to bed, when hurried footsteps came
echoing down the corridor, she looked around for somewhere to hide
but there was no good hiding place. She stood frozen, like a dear in
headlights as the footsteps drew nearer, she watched the corner,
waiting to see if it was a student or teacher, desperately trying to
think how she could excuse being out of her dormitory at this time,
dressed like this. Relief washed over her as the approaching person
turned the corner, it was only Ron. She relaxed and set off towards
him, but stopped still again on seeing the look on his face, he
looked ready to hex her.

"Ron?"

"Don't you dare talk
to me!" He practically screamed at her, from ten feet away.
Hermione was taken aback as he kept walking towards her.

"Ron?
What...?" He pulled his wand out and pointed it at her
chest, the tip just a few inches from her. She stood still, afraid
and confused, searching his tear-filled eyes. A single tear fell and
he slowly lowered his wand.

"I
can't even curse you. I can't look at you." He sank to the
floor, allowing the tears to come. Hermione understood, Ron had seen
or heard something. She knelt down beside him and gently placed her
hand on his arm, waiting for him to talk. "Why, Hermione? Why
were you doing that with him?" She let out a long, shaky breath.

"I'm
not sure. I've been thinking about it and I don't have an answer.
There's just this weird chemistry between us. I hate him, but I want
him." Ron looked up into her eyes. "How do you know?"

"I
was in the room!" He shouted. Hermione's eyes dropped to the
floor.

"I'm
sorry. I was really drunk. I'm so sorry you saw it. Wait, I was on my
own when I woke up? Did you just walk out past me while I was naked
and unconscious?!" She would have laughed if it weren't for the
look on his face.

"Naked?
You did more than kiss him?" Hermione bit her lip. "I
walked out before anything else happened Hermione. All I saw was you
kissing him." He looked into her eyes. "Did you have sex
with him?" She nodded slowly and he pushed her away from him,
toppling her over onto the floor. He stood up and paced in front of
her. "How could you? I don't get it. He's repulsive. He's...
Malfoy. He thinks you're disgusting, that you're nothing but a filthy
mudblood."

"I
know." She said quietly.

"You
were drunk. He raped you." He stopped and stared at her. She
looked up and shook her head.

"No,
Ron, he didn't." He softened and thought for a minute, before
finally crouching beside her and drawing her into a hug.

"Ok.
It's never going to happen again though, is it? Promise me, please."
Hermione froze. How could she answer that question?

"No.
It'll never happen again, I promise." She answered at last, but
she knew she couldn't keep that promise.

AN:
I hope that this chapter was satisfying, lots of circular thought, I
know, but it was necessary. Sorry for the delay on chapter 12, it is coming but I was smacked in the face by a plot bunny for a new fic that wouldn't go away, so the begining of that and an update here will be up soon. Please read
and review my one-shot, Drowning In Those Eyes!
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